[ Tilted into Molly's embrace, he feels his heart grow five sizes and it's suddenly necessary to kiss him properly as he turns his head, licking his way into heat with a hunger echoed in the snap of his hips, hand sliding from a purple cock to a hip, steadying Molly in place for Fjord to fuck up into. The bed sounds like it's protesting every moment but that just makes him more smug. ]
Feeling better now, baby?
[ He's sweet like Molly was earlier, the tease laced with love but served up with a smirk all the same. ]
[ He replies with a laugh, amused and endeared by the smirk and the little bit of teasing. Molly loves messing with Fjord, but this was definitely the better way to deal with his stress right now. He can tease him tomorrow... maybe if he riled him up enough he'll get another good screwing.
That would remain to be seen. Right now Molly's too busy actually riding the previously self-titled cowboy, energy back again as the pleasure rises. He really feels good, all the fear and sadness wiped away to focus on the way Fjord thrusts up into him and strokes his cock at the same time. ]
You're so good, darling. Your dick is perfect, you're perfect, don't stop.
I'm not going to stop until you're crying out for it to end, Molly. [ His hands slide up the soft sides of a waist where muscle is scarce and Molly is vulnerable, holding fast as they fuck to their own rhythm, steady and deep, and he lets the ridges on his cock catch on a puffy purple rim to let Molly feel how he's being stretched over and over, Fjord sounding ragged behind him but firmly in control. ] On your front for me, I want to watch.
[ He could be gentle about it but his competitive spirit wins out; Fjord nips a shoulder and pushes Molly forward, a hand running up his back to help force him down. ]
[ How is this normally flustered and endearingly awkward man so damn good at dirty talk? Molly groans as his hips are grasped like that, the relishing in the feeling of that cock pushing into him over and over again. All those textures are driving him crazy again, rubbing against his prostate and catching at his rim, lighting up every nerve.
At the request Molly whines a yes and immediately moves. Fjord barely has to push him down before he's face down and ass up in the bed, wiggling his hips a bit as he grasps at the pillows. He must look ridiculous, Molly thinks with a shameless grin - but the half-orc should have known what he's getting in to. (It was Molly that was more and more surprised.) ]
Come on, darling, give it to me, I can take it, fuck me into the bed! You know you want to ruin me, Fjord. [ He gasps, in throes of pleasure and feeling like he's losing his mind. ]
Fjord, please, please, fill me up, I love when you come in me, breed me, gods.
[ Rubbing a hand over his face to try and banish the permanent blush there, he shakes his head as if he isn't half as affected as he damn well is, spreading the cheeks that surround his cock so he can get a good look at where Molly swallows him up. Even the bastard's ass is pretty; Fjord thinks he must be going mad from sex endorphins. ]
Breed you? I don't think you know what that means, love.
[ He wraps Molly's tail around his arm and strokes his way to the base, over the bumps where he grasps and, with the use of a hand on a hip, drags Molly back onto his cock with an insistent tug. Fjord lets his claws dig in as his vision tunnels to the gorgeous man spitted on his shaft, controlling each thrust by manhandling the teifling and taking Molly's control away, using him like he wants.
Fjord's voice little more than a growl. ]
If I was going to breed you, you'd have to stay in bed tomorrow. Don't fucking tempt me.
[ Oh shit. His stupid mouth got him in trouble again and it is the best trouble he's ever been in. Fjord spreads him open and Molly whines into the mattress at the thought of him seeing how the dark purple rim greedily takes him in, the mess from the earlier load mostly fucked out of him and just ruining the poor bed beyond saving. It's filthy and glorious at the same time.
The reaction to that word tells Molly he's found the button to hammer, but he doesn't have a chance to press it more and goad him on. Instead Fjord grabs his tail, pulling him onto his cock and properly using him. The tiefling screams in pleasure and the rest of his tail wraps all around a green arm, squeezing hard as he comes again. Each thrust milks more out of him, emptying him of every damn drop as the ecstacy draws shaky whines and pleading out of Molly that doesn't seem to be coherent anymore.
[ That tail is clearly Molly's button, startling Fjord who overestimated how much longer he could make him hold out. Delighting him too, crawling over Molly to brace on an arm beside him but never letting go of that tail, hauling him back onto hardness that never stops rubbing deep inside those hot walls, loving the way they flex around him as Molly spills.
He drags his tusks over a nape, murmuring praise as he fucks Molly through his second orgasm, holding him prisoner. Still, he adds in a note of concern and presses a kiss to a shoulder where he's sure he'll be heard. ]
Do you need a break? I'll still be hard at the end of it.
[ Fjord covers Molly from behind with his broad chest, stirring his cock in that tight hole. ]
[ Is the reply as Molly rides out the sparks of one of the best orgasms in his life, relishing the way Fjord keeps it alive for a while longer by not stopping those amazing thrusts. He's sweaty and messy and he feels so good, smiling as the half-orc leans over to kiss his shoulder and speak. ]
No, I can... I can keep going. I want you, Fjord.
[ He's wants all of the half-orc and he needs the other man to know that, tired hips pushing back and the ridges sliding over oversensitive nerves making him whine. It was on the edge of too much, but it's worth it. ]
Take your pleasure baby, you didn't fill me yet and I need you to.
[ Molly has Fjord growling loudly in the back of his throat with approval as the tiefling works himself open, so beautiful and willing beneath him. He kisses him hungrily and starts to move in abandon, scratches left on a tail as he uses it to anchor Molly in place and snap his hips harder, cursing in Orcish as he nears his end. He's so close, so damn desperate to come and Molly is so hot, alive and all Fjord's to fuck —
Breed me.
The room fills with his snarl as he pins Molly to the bed and pours out his second load, making a mess of that pretty ass and thighs as his thrusts work his seed out of Molly the more voracious he gets, groaning with each buck. He finally settles up behind him and wraps his arms around Molly in a hug, covering the scar on his chest with a hand that slides up on autopilot as hot half-orc breaths raggedly dampen a tattooed shoulderblade. That was ...
Well.
Fuck.
His cock twitches in the afterglow, buried to the hilt. ]
[ Hearing Fjord lose control with those growls and snarls once more is amazing, and the heat filling him makes his spent cock twitch even as exhausted as he is. It's such a wonderful feeling, being claimed from the inside and out, and each one of those strong bucks is met with trembling hips trying to keep up.
Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
[ He hides in the nape of curly hair that smells wonderfully like Molly, slowly returning to earth and feeling wholly embarrassed by his display when he absolutely hadn't intended to be so honest about how much he wanted him. His cheeks burn at the compliment. ]
Same goes for you.
[ Fjord runs a palm from waist to ass, easing out with a grunt. Still, he remains on top of him, hugging the tiefling in a bid to remain happily braindead a little longer. ]
You, uh. After this, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We kind of ... ruined yours.
[ A soft moan escapes Molly as Fjord pulls out, and he bites his lip a bit to quiet the slight breath of pain from the overstimulation. He can feel himself dripping with all that the half-orc gave to him, his hole well-stretched from that thick cock. It's messy but wonderful.
He can't see Fjord's burning cheeks like this, but Molly hears the slight awkwardness come back and it makes him chuckle. That was so sweet and silly, considering what they had just done. ]
Mmhm... that sounds good.
[ He's going to have to invest in a tarp if this happens again. ]
I think I can help put the feeling back into your legs.
[ The half-orc slides his considerable weight off, nudging Molly's thighs to spread as Fjord licks his way down a spine, around that abused tail as an apology, and sinks his tongue into a sticky hole to start cleaning up his own mess. He parts soft cheeks and uses his tusks to hold them open right over where he eats Molly out to a slow, lazy rhythm, not trying to inspire arousal as much as mellow out any left and ease sore muscles. ]
[ He spreads his legs automatically, giving a content hum as his tail is kissed sweetly. It comes to curve over his back, spade stroking his own cheek as it sways gently.
Then Fjord's tongue is at his hole and there's a deep, grateful sigh from Molly. If he wasn't so damn spent it would have gotten him worked up again, but right now it was just nice to feel pampered. The warm tongue eases some of the sore parts, calming him down while giving him a nice mental image of the half-orc tasting his own come and getting his jaw messy. ]
So good to me, Fjord...
[ He sighs happily, tail giving a light swish over his head. ]
I can't believe that you can be so sweet and embarrassed in one breath and eating my ass in the next! Moonweaver, that was the best sex I've ever had...
[ Previous winner was a dwarf lady who pegged him while he was tied up and balls deep in a lovely half-elf lass, but that wasn't even close to this - because this meant something. Fjord was a face he would see in the morning, who might want to do this again and cared about him so much that it makes Molly's heart ache. ]
[ Good for Molly, keeping that previous experience to himself, or he would have lost brownie points for tact. With him being a feckless cat and lounging as he's eaten out, he's rather cute however, so Fjord takes his time tidying up as much as he can before his beard starts to feel unpleasantly tacky.
A slap meets a pert cheek and he sits up, idly running his hands over the curve of that tempting butt. ]
It's a perfectly normal thing to do for someone, [ he's been asked to do it every single time with all two of his past lovers, ] I don't know why you're so weird about it.
[ Contrary to what you might believe, Molly's not that tactless. Besides, it's so far from his mind right now, being pampered nicely and Fjord taking his time with him.
The slap makes him laugh and he wiggles his but a bit, tail returning to wrap around what it can reach to feel that connection. Molly looks over his shoulder, horn digging into the mattress as he does, and gives Fjord a soft smile. ]
I'm not weird about it, darling. It isn't as common as you think.
[ Look who's naive now. He shakes his head at Molly, petting that lazy tail. ]
We need to get semi-decent so we can head over to my room, I don't think there's much point in sneaking around anymore, not after the way you were wailing.
[ Molly makes a more petulant than sexual whine, but then stretches lazily on the ruined bed, limber and flexible as he works the tired muscles. ]
There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]
[ He swats a thigh, dragging his eyes away as he uses the blanket to wipe himself down as best he can. Fjord hops back into his sweatpants and roots out a robe for Molly, holding it away from him at the last minute in exchange for a sweet, lingering kiss. ]
[ He murmurs, amused as Fjord gets up and dries off. He watches that lovely body like it's a work of art, and then finally gets up as he's offered his robe. It is easily exchanged for a kiss as Molly leans against the half-orc both for cuddles and for the nice warmth.
He's still a little unsteady on his legs, but with a little help, he could probably make it across the hall. ]
[ Good job he's got Fjord's arm around his waist as they head out, a reassuring squeeze in place. He peeks out, wincing as he sees the light on underneath the girls' door and sending Molly a guilty look. Busted. No way they weren't going to be but the pretence was nice while it lasted.
[ He leans his head to Fjord as they walk, smiling as they step out of the bedroom door. They had to pass the girl's room to get there, so he knows exactly what that means. Molly's tail starts swishing again, amused.
True to his predictions, the room is lit and he can hear Jester saying something to what he assumes is Beau before her cheerful voice rings out to the hallway. ]
[ Aw, fjuck. As he ushers Molly inside his room, he calls over a shoulder into the hall as flatly as he can, ]
He had a bad back, I helped heal it.
[ The cackling and cooing he receives in reply has the door shut on it and he turns to Molly, blushing green again so that the lime in his cheeks looks darker. ]
Er, make yourself at home.
[ His bed is messier than Molly's with several fleece and fur blankets askew, the bed itself magically made bigger by Caleb's magic so that Fjord's feet don't hang off the end. It's the perfect nest for a fussy tiefling. ]
[ Molly laughs as well, saying goodnight to them and creating an even louder cackle from inside the room, with Beau groaning loudly and telling them to please get a gag if they're going to fuck next door.
The tiefling has seen Fjord's room before when snooping, but this is different. Sliding into the nice and big bed, he lounges like a king among the furs. He smiles at Fjord, opening the dressing robe slightly to show more of his tattoos and the silver scars crossing all over. ]
I bet they've got their ears up against the wall right now.
[ Grumbling as he gets into bed, he tugs up a couple of blankets and drapes an arm around Molly, turning to face him. It is different in here when they're both calmer, not snarling or whining or begging ... The recent memories make his ears blush so badly they almost turn red at the tips. ]
Are you comfortable?
[ What the fuck does he even say? Thanks for the fuck, I fancy you. Don't take the piss too much. Hells. ]
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Feeling better now, baby?
[ He's sweet like Molly was earlier, the tease laced with love but served up with a smirk all the same. ]
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[ He replies with a laugh, amused and endeared by the smirk and the little bit of teasing. Molly loves messing with Fjord, but this was definitely the better way to deal with his stress right now. He can tease him tomorrow... maybe if he riled him up enough he'll get another good screwing.
That would remain to be seen. Right now Molly's too busy actually riding the previously self-titled cowboy, energy back again as the pleasure rises. He really feels good, all the fear and sadness wiped away to focus on the way Fjord thrusts up into him and strokes his cock at the same time. ]
You're so good, darling. Your dick is perfect, you're perfect, don't stop.
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I'm not going to stop until you're crying out for it to end, Molly. [ His hands slide up the soft sides of a waist where muscle is scarce and Molly is vulnerable, holding fast as they fuck to their own rhythm, steady and deep, and he lets the ridges on his cock catch on a puffy purple rim to let Molly feel how he's being stretched over and over, Fjord sounding ragged behind him but firmly in control. ] On your front for me, I want to watch.
[ He could be gentle about it but his competitive spirit wins out; Fjord nips a shoulder and pushes Molly forward, a hand running up his back to help force him down. ]
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At the request Molly whines a yes and immediately moves. Fjord barely has to push him down before he's face down and ass up in the bed, wiggling his hips a bit as he grasps at the pillows. He must look ridiculous, Molly thinks with a shameless grin - but the half-orc should have known what he's getting in to. (It was Molly that was more and more surprised.) ]
Come on, darling, give it to me, I can take it, fuck me into the bed! You know you want to ruin me, Fjord. [ He gasps, in throes of pleasure and feeling like he's losing his mind. ]
Fjord, please, please, fill me up, I love when you come in me, breed me, gods.
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Fucking hells.
[ Rubbing a hand over his face to try and banish the permanent blush there, he shakes his head as if he isn't half as affected as he damn well is, spreading the cheeks that surround his cock so he can get a good look at where Molly swallows him up. Even the bastard's ass is pretty; Fjord thinks he must be going mad from sex endorphins. ]
Breed you? I don't think you know what that means, love.
[ He wraps Molly's tail around his arm and strokes his way to the base, over the bumps where he grasps and, with the use of a hand on a hip, drags Molly back onto his cock with an insistent tug. Fjord lets his claws dig in as his vision tunnels to the gorgeous man spitted on his shaft, controlling each thrust by manhandling the teifling and taking Molly's control away, using him like he wants.
Fjord's voice little more than a growl. ]
If I was going to breed you, you'd have to stay in bed tomorrow. Don't fucking tempt me.
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The reaction to that word tells Molly he's found the button to hammer, but he doesn't have a chance to press it more and goad him on. Instead Fjord grabs his tail, pulling him onto his cock and properly using him. The tiefling screams in pleasure and the rest of his tail wraps all around a green arm, squeezing hard as he comes again. Each thrust milks more out of him, emptying him of every damn drop as the ecstacy draws shaky whines and pleading out of Molly that doesn't seem to be coherent anymore.
Congratulations, you fucked his brains out. ]
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He drags his tusks over a nape, murmuring praise as he fucks Molly through his second orgasm, holding him prisoner. Still, he adds in a note of concern and presses a kiss to a shoulder where he's sure he'll be heard. ]
Do you need a break? I'll still be hard at the end of it.
[ Fjord covers Molly from behind with his broad chest, stirring his cock in that tight hole. ]
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[ Is the reply as Molly rides out the sparks of one of the best orgasms in his life, relishing the way Fjord keeps it alive for a while longer by not stopping those amazing thrusts. He's sweaty and messy and he feels so good, smiling as the half-orc leans over to kiss his shoulder and speak. ]
No, I can... I can keep going. I want you, Fjord.
[ He's wants all of the half-orc and he needs the other man to know that, tired hips pushing back and the ridges sliding over oversensitive nerves making him whine. It was on the edge of too much, but it's worth it. ]
Take your pleasure baby, you didn't fill me yet and I need you to.
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[ Molly has Fjord growling loudly in the back of his throat with approval as the tiefling works himself open, so beautiful and willing beneath him. He kisses him hungrily and starts to move in abandon, scratches left on a tail as he uses it to anchor Molly in place and snap his hips harder, cursing in Orcish as he nears his end. He's so close, so damn desperate to come and Molly is so hot, alive and all Fjord's to fuck —
Breed me.
The room fills with his snarl as he pins Molly to the bed and pours out his second load, making a mess of that pretty ass and thighs as his thrusts work his seed out of Molly the more voracious he gets, groaning with each buck. He finally settles up behind him and wraps his arms around Molly in a hug, covering the scar on his chest with a hand that slides up on autopilot as hot half-orc breaths raggedly dampen a tattooed shoulderblade. That was ...
Well.
Fuck.
His cock twitches in the afterglow, buried to the hilt. ]
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Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
You are.... fuck, Fjord. You're so good.
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Same goes for you.
[ Fjord runs a palm from waist to ass, easing out with a grunt. Still, he remains on top of him, hugging the tiefling in a bid to remain happily braindead a little longer. ]
You, uh. After this, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We kind of ... ruined yours.
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He can't see Fjord's burning cheeks like this, but Molly hears the slight awkwardness come back and it makes him chuckle. That was so sweet and silly, considering what they had just done. ]
Mmhm... that sounds good.
[ He's going to have to invest in a tarp if this happens again. ]
I don't think my legs work, though.
[ Carry him, he's a princess! ]
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[ The half-orc slides his considerable weight off, nudging Molly's thighs to spread as Fjord licks his way down a spine, around that abused tail as an apology, and sinks his tongue into a sticky hole to start cleaning up his own mess. He parts soft cheeks and uses his tusks to hold them open right over where he eats Molly out to a slow, lazy rhythm, not trying to inspire arousal as much as mellow out any left and ease sore muscles. ]
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Then Fjord's tongue is at his hole and there's a deep, grateful sigh from Molly. If he wasn't so damn spent it would have gotten him worked up again, but right now it was just nice to feel pampered. The warm tongue eases some of the sore parts, calming him down while giving him a nice mental image of the half-orc tasting his own come and getting his jaw messy. ]
So good to me, Fjord...
[ He sighs happily, tail giving a light swish over his head. ]
I can't believe that you can be so sweet and embarrassed in one breath and eating my ass in the next! Moonweaver, that was the best sex I've ever had...
[ Previous winner was a dwarf lady who pegged him while he was tied up and balls deep in a lovely half-elf lass, but that wasn't even close to this - because this meant something. Fjord was a face he would see in the morning, who might want to do this again and cared about him so much that it makes Molly's heart ache. ]
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A slap meets a pert cheek and he sits up, idly running his hands over the curve of that tempting butt. ]
It's a perfectly normal thing to do for someone, [ he's been asked to do it every single time with all two of his past lovers, ] I don't know why you're so weird about it.
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The slap makes him laugh and he wiggles his but a bit, tail returning to wrap around what it can reach to feel that connection. Molly looks over his shoulder, horn digging into the mattress as he does, and gives Fjord a soft smile. ]
I'm not weird about it, darling. It isn't as common as you think.
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[ Look who's naive now. He shakes his head at Molly, petting that lazy tail. ]
We need to get semi-decent so we can head over to my room, I don't think there's much point in sneaking around anymore, not after the way you were wailing.
[ Fjord was silent the whole time. ]
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There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]
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[ He swats a thigh, dragging his eyes away as he uses the blanket to wipe himself down as best he can. Fjord hops back into his sweatpants and roots out a robe for Molly, holding it away from him at the last minute in exchange for a sweet, lingering kiss. ]
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[ He murmurs, amused as Fjord gets up and dries off. He watches that lovely body like it's a work of art, and then finally gets up as he's offered his robe. It is easily exchanged for a kiss as Molly leans against the half-orc both for cuddles and for the nice warmth.
He's still a little unsteady on his legs, but with a little help, he could probably make it across the hall. ]
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Time to do the walk of shame ... ]
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True to his predictions, the room is lit and he can hear Jester saying something to what he assumes is Beau before her cheerful voice rings out to the hallway. ]
Did you have fun with Moll-eh, Fjooord?
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He had a bad back, I helped heal it.
[ The cackling and cooing he receives in reply has the door shut on it and he turns to Molly, blushing green again so that the lime in his cheeks looks darker. ]
Er, make yourself at home.
[ His bed is messier than Molly's with several fleece and fur blankets askew, the bed itself magically made bigger by Caleb's magic so that Fjord's feet don't hang off the end. It's the perfect nest for a fussy tiefling. ]
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The tiefling has seen Fjord's room before when snooping, but this is different. Sliding into the nice and big bed, he lounges like a king among the furs. He smiles at Fjord, opening the dressing robe slightly to show more of his tattoos and the silver scars crossing all over. ]
Come cuddle, you wonderful bastard.
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[ Grumbling as he gets into bed, he tugs up a couple of blankets and drapes an arm around Molly, turning to face him. It is different in here when they're both calmer, not snarling or whining or begging ... The recent memories make his ears blush so badly they almost turn red at the tips. ]
Are you comfortable?
[ What the fuck does he even say? Thanks for the fuck, I fancy you. Don't take the piss too much. Hells. ]
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